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[PART 1]

Summary: MODERN AU. You and Ellie have been best friends for years post-college. After some banter and teasing, the both of you cross sexual boundaries on your sofa when Ellie’s had enough of you making her jealous over your previous fling with Abby.

Warnings: Genuinely just a lot of smut. Heavyy on pussy eating. Both Ellie and Reader are masc lesbians. Background mentions of you/Abby and other girls.

Word count: 2,872

You and Ellie had become friends over the past couple of years.

You'd met in college, the both of you fumbling through the same mess of shallow friendships, messy breakups, and temporary flings. Honestly, you hadn't kept track of all the people you'd met or lost touch with recently, and didn't care to.

Ellie, in contrast, had always stuck around. She found your apartment quietly comforting, a pocket of space away from her roommates, noise, and occasional headache. Over time, your place had become a kind of sanctuary for her.

Now she was sprawled across your sofa, legs stretched over the cushions, a can of cheap domestic beer dangling from one hand. She'd brought a whole case, which you secretly appreciated—you weren't picky, and free alcohol was still free alcohol. Even if beer always tasted like piss.

She wore a faded band tee of yours that hung loose over her lithe frame, paired with well-worn jeans and socks that peeked out from under the cuffs. On top, a sienna-colored flannel was thrown over her shoulders, sleeves rolled halfway up—practical, cozy, and very Ellie.

"Move, dude—" you said, nudging her gently with your shoulder as you slid onto the couch beside her. Your knees brushed, just enough to spark a little warmth through the worn fabric. Ellie let out a soft, irritated huff, but her lips curled into a grin as she took another swig, the can tipping loosely between her fingers.

"Ugh. Seriously, who even drinks this, Ellie?" you asked, scrunching your nose.

She didn't answer, only shifted deeper into the cushions, stretching out like she belonged there. Like she'd been waiting for you to show up all day.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The muted glow of the TV flickered across her face, highlighting the sharp line of her jaw and the way her dark hair fell in soft, careless strands across her forehead. Her gaze drifted toward you every so often, sometimes to your mouth, sometimes to your hand.

You noticed, smirking, leaning just slightly closer to test the air. Not enough to mean anything. Just enough for her to feel it.

"What?" you asked casually, though your heartbeat had picked up.

She froze for a fraction of a second.

"Nothin'," she said quickly, eyes darting back to the TV. But the corner of her mouth betrayed her, twitching like she wanted to laugh. Or something else entirely.

You let the silence stretch. Your knee nudged hers, just slightly closer. She didn't pull away. Instead, she shifted, that half-smile curling again, and suddenly the room felt smaller.

Your phone buzzed against the coffee table. You picked it up, sighing before even looking.

Abby.

Of course it was Abby.

The text was short, casual. Nothing that should have mattered. But somehow it still got under your skin.

"Ugh. Abby again," you muttered, tossing the phone back onto the table. "She seriously doesn't know when to quit."

Ellie's head lifted, one brow arching.

"Abby?" she asked flatly, though the sharp edge in her tone made you pause.

That name was loaded, past and present, and you could feel Ellie's gaze settle heavy on you. Abby and you had a history. A few casual hookups, never serious. Ellie had always known, just like you'd always known about her own flings. But now... something was different.

"Yeah," you said with a shrug, trying to sound casual. "You know. The one I hung out with last week. Or... a few times before that."

Ellie shifted on the couch, her leg pressing slightly harder against yours this time, subtle enough to pretend it wasn't deliberate.

"Hm," she murmured, jaw tightening just slightly.

Her fingers drummed against the cushion. She wasn't looking at the TV anymore.

"You okay?" you asked, innocent in tone, though your gut already knew the answer.

Neither of you were fooled.

Ellie exhaled, crossing her arms and leaning just enough that her shoulder brushed yours again.

"I'm fine," she said, in the particular tone that meant she absolutely wasn't.

It was... unusual. She had never reacted this sharply to Abby. Or any other girl you'd mentioned in passing.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Do not tell me you're actually jealous or something."

"Jealous of who?" she countered, voice low, teasing but sharp. Her knee brushed yours again, deliberate this time.

"Of Abby," you said, shrugging

Ellie's eyes narrowed, but she didn't look away.  "You're full of yourself, man."

You grinned, letting the pause linger. Your knee nudged hers back slightly closer. She didn't pull back. Her fingers twitched again, subtle, impatient, as though she wanted to do something about it—but wasn't sure what.

You snorted softly, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

Ellie grinned, tipping her beer back, eyes glinting in the dim light. "Am I?" she drawled, voice lazy, teasing, like she didn't even care if she pushed your buttons.

"Yeah, really," you said, trying to keep your tone flat, sober enough to notice the way her knee still kept nudging yours. The brush was accidental, maybe, but this second one was deliberate.

Physical touch and affection was not foreign or uncommon for the both of you at all. Only now, for the first time, it felt charged.

Ellie's gaze flicked to yours, sharp, half-mocking, half-challenging. "What? You don't like it when I touch you?"

You arched a brow, letting the words hang. "Depends on who's touching me and why." you replied evenly. Deliberately slow.

Her hand shifted, creeping up this time, inching its way up your jean-clad thigh. Just testing. Her grin widened.

You blinked, a little sober now, straightening slightly. "You're doing that on purpose," you said, flatly, like it was obvious.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she countered, mock-innocent, though her fingers twitched subtly, daring you to react. They crept further.

You smirked, shrugging. "Fine. Keep testing." Making no effort to stop her.

Her eyes flicked down to her own hand, then back up, challenge written all over her face. Slowly, deliberately, she let her fingers press just a little more, dangerously close to your groin, tensely watching for a reaction.

You didn't pull away. Not really. Instead, you let your own hand drift, sliding up her arm. Traveling up her shoulder until you grazed your fingers up her jawline. Just to see how she'd respond. Her smirk faltered for a fraction, then came back stronger.

You met her eyes and shrugged. "Fuck it," you muttered.

"Fuck it," she echoed, tilting her head slightly before reaching further.

Comically, your phone buzzed again.

Abby. You let it vibrate for a beat, then picked it up with your free hand, eyes flicking to Ellie's. She was watching, sharp and amused, and you couldn't resist the tiniest smirk.

"Hmm," you murmured, swiping open the message. "She really doesn't know when to quit..."

Ellie's nostrils flared, jaw tightening, and before you could even think, she snatched the phone out of your hand. "God, are you seriously still thinkin' about her?" she growled, low and teasing, pressing it against the armrest.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I wasn't... I mean, she's not—"

It no longer mattered. She was dragging you forward and pressing her mouth to yours. Bold and unrestrained.

Her hands were everywhere now. Gripping your shoulders, pushing lightly into your chest, tugging you closer. And damn, she knew exactly how to use her weight, pressing you against the sofa until you were trapped between her and the cushions.

Lips parted, you pressed yours to hers, slower this time, letting your tongue brush against her teeth. A little nudge, a little flick—testing, teasing, tasting. Ellie hummed low, half a growl, and you seized the chance.

Your tongue slipped inside, greedy and exploring until she groaned softly into your mouth, tilting her head back, momentarily letting you take the lead. And god, it felt good. Massaging your tongue with hers.

Ellie pushed back, wriggling, trying to regain control, and you laughed against her lips, muffled and low.

You seal your lips. "Careful now," you murmured, voice teasing, "don't get too cocky."

Her hands tightened on your body, your hips, shoulders, but you were already moving, nudging her to lean back, letting your own weight press down this time. Your lips fully left hers briefly as you dragged a teasing line down her jaw, back up, letting her catch your grin with a hiss of annoyance.

"Mm, you're ridiculous," she muttered, eyes half-lidded but sharp, still trying to shove you off balance.

"And you love it," you countered, tilting your head to deepen the kiss again. Your hands wandered lower, wriggling beneath her shirt, over her ribs, hips, brushing the waistband of her jeans, inching carefully.

Ellie squirmed, playful but annoyed. "Hey! That's not—"

"Shh," you whispered, grinning, and in one smooth motion, you guided her hips, pressing down just enough that she couldn't resist.

"Relax. Let me handle this, El..." There was a pause.

Ellie huffed, rolling her eyes, but her hands weren't pushing you away so much as holding on, almost helplessly, while she fumbled with the button of her own jeans.

"You're insane," she muttered, tugging at the zipper with a frustrated twist.

"Insane?" you echoed, voice low, amused. "I prefer... assertive."

Finally, she gave a sharp little grunt, her hands fumbling with your assistance, but obedient. Sliding the pants down all in one go. "Happy now?" she hissed.

"Very," you murmured. "Stop acting like it's a big deal," you teased, pressing closer.

"M' not acting—ugh, you're just...—" she groaned, cutting herself off, trying to twist out of your weight, hands still on your shoulders. But you pinned her just enough, a playful smirk tugging your lips.

"Look at you," you murmured, brushing your thumb over her hipbone, "all annoyed and squirmy. "Admit it—you kinda like it. Not being in control for once."

Ellie's lips curled in a half-scowl, half-smirk. "I am not," she said flatly, though the tug of her fingers and the way she let her hips settle under your hand said otherwise.

"Sure," you replied, voice low, teasing. "Keep telling yourself that."

Your hands moved carefully, coaxing her to lie back fully. At this angle you subtly admired the faint happy trail spreading down her navel. You could not wait to see the rest.

"Fine," she muttered, a sharp little laugh escaping, "but only because you're... lucky." Her eyes flicked up to yours, playful, dangerous, daring. But also... cooperative, letting the teasing chaos take over for a moment.

Ellie noticed the hesitation immediately.

"What?" she muttered, breath still uneven, propped on one elbow just enough to glare at you. "You starting something you can't finish?"

That earned a short laugh from you, low and quiet. "Please."

But the joke bought you a second—just enough to slide your fingers under the waistband and tug carefully downward

"Don't make it weird."

"I'm not making it weird, dude."  You reply.

Nonetheless, the temperature in the room changed when you finally tugged her boxers off entirely. Leaving her bare, just for you.

You didn't stare, or gawk. Instead scooting back to lower yourself level with your best friend's pussy as if you've done this a million times. It was almost uncanny how natural it felt.

And man, everything about it had you reeling.

Now that you were this close, there wasn't exactly a fragrance to it. Just heat, so much heat, with subtle notes of clean sweat and fresh musk radiating into your face. Maybe a whisper of salt.

And god, her pussy was so pretty. Which was not a huge surprise for Ellie of all people. Who knew genitalia could be so startlingly beautiful.

The labia was swollen. Darkened to pink with arousal. Delicate and a stark contrast against her curly bush.

You exhaled, lightheaded. Feeling your mouth water with anticipation and craned your neck down. Your mouth hovered first, breath skimming warm skin, before you pressed a soft kiss there. The glossy dampness catching faintly, tacky and warm against your lips.

Ellie's low exhale spurred you on enough to experimentally dip your tongue, simply swiping up between the egregiously smooth folds to get a full-on taste of her.

Again, there's really no flavor to it, but it has you moaning to yourself quietly as the tanginess of it melts on your tongue.

Ellie's rough, callused fingers knotted themselves into your roots, starling you. Before you could respond, she's urging your head down further, planting your mouth right against her wet cunt impatiently.

Well, fuck it, you suppose.

You began working your mouth, licking deep, languid strokes up her cunt and sealing your mouth over her clit. You allow Ellie to cant her hips into your face, angling herself just how she likes it—teaching you how to get her off.

"Yeah—yeah baby j-just like that." She holds your head in place and keeps rocking her hips. Most definitely smearing cum across your chin. "Feels really good when you move your tongue just like that—don't stop,  'kay?"

You hum affirmatively, continuing the pace. Ignoring the progressive ache in your jaw as her thick public hairs tickle your skin. With your mouth making the most vulgar sounds in between her shaky breaths from above. She was getting so much wetter and you loved it.

Ellie wasn't super vocal, not really. But when you dragged your tongue just right, her thighs involuntarily spasmed on either sides of your face. Occasionally followed by a strained curse. You loved knowing you were getting her off like this.

Looking up, you could see her brows screwed together with concentration. Mouth ajar and eyes boring right into yours.

You didn't realize you had been idly grounding your hips into the cushion beneath you. Chasing any inkling of pleasure as you ate her with vigor.

You slur into her, words muffled. "—mm.. this pussy is so good, Els—holy shit. Wish I got this sooner—"

Ellie answered with a rougher grip in your hair, making you wince.

"Stop bein' weird—" She gasps. "Just f-fucking get me off..!"

You oblige, still jerking your hips into the sofa. You're so, so close just from having her pussy in your mouth alone. It was mortifying.

Lean thighs clamp on either side of your cheeks. You can feel that she's close. Your jaw and tongue are screaming—but you don't stop. Ellie keeps breathing heavy, lowly growling to herself when you seal your mouth exceptionally mean around her clit.  Sucking the little spot until she swears.

"—Fu-uh-uck.." She breathed. "You're so pussy-drunk right now, dude.."

It was the whole truth, embarrassingly. You could gladly spend eternity here. Or at least until your jaw gives out.

It's a little awkward, but you manage to snake one hand down the front of your body. Weaseling it beneath your boxers and rub frantic strokes. morbidly, you're probably the wettest you've ever been.

You pant into her, still licking. Barely getting any air in. Your face and wrist burn from exertion.

Ellie's breaths stutter. Chest rising abruptly before she starts taking control entirely—fucking herself on your face. Assaulting your mouth with her cunt until she inaudibly blabbers something about being close.

You're just moving on instinct. Not even pulling in air anymore as you cum pathetically against your own hand, hips jerking wildly. Moaning into Ellie.

She's cumming too. And holy fuck—her cunt is clenching and spasming against your face. Fuck.

You willingly allow her to buck into you. Riding out the waves, swearing and throwing her head back as she rides the orgasm.

You're unsure how long this lasts, but when her thighs unclamp their iron-grip  from your head and her grip slackens, you're pulling back, wetly gasping for air. Strings of spit and cum still connecting your mouth to her pussy as you blearily look at her.

"—o-oh my god." You rasp. Licking your chapped lips.

The room air is immediately too cold against your wet face. Your head is spinning, and you can feel how ridiculously tousled your hair must be.

You settle on dropping your head across her stomach. Your cheek pressed into the pale skin.

Ellie grabbed the abandoned beer from the cushion beside her, cracked a swallow of it like she'd just finished a marathon, then tipped her head enough to look down at you.

There was a pause.

"Jesus Christ, y/n." she said, voice rough with laughter she was trying not to let out.

"What?"

"You look insane."

You pushed yourself up slightly, hair falling into your eyes. "...That's rude after everything I just did for you."

"No, seriously—" she snorted, finally laughing now, beer already back in her hand. 

You playfully slap her thigh, silencing her. She sits up.

Scrambling off the sofa and stumbling over cushions took more effort than it should have. Ellie is already dragging you by your wrist towards the bathroom, snickering.

"Alright—we're taking this to the shower. Paybacks coming, Buddy."